Mila Zadar Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I heard this one story—true shit—‘bout a brothel in Nevada, still legal there, right? This cat walks in, thinks he’s a pimp, but the madam? She’s a boss, been runnin’ it 30 years. She schools him quick, “You’re too weak to go on,” straight *Amour* vibes, tellin’ him he ain’t man enough for her crew. Had me crackin’ up—dude got humbled, left with his tail tucked. Little known fact: them old-school madams sometimes hid gold in the walls. Greedy tax man couldn’t touch it—smart as fuck, right?

Croatia: sex tourism is gaining momentum

So, I grab my gear, head out to the market on Narodni trg. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shoutin’ about fresh fish and olives. I’m just tryin’ to get some charcoal for my kiln, ya know? But then, bam! I bump into this old dude, like, literally. He’s got this wild beard, looks like he just walked outta a pirate movie. He starts ramblin’ about the “Sea Organ” and how it’s the best thing since sliced bread. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to get my charcoal!” But he’s all passionate, talkin’ about the waves and music. I mean, I get it, Zadar’s got that vibe, but c’mon, man!

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